1. The Chain: Link 5a


    Date: 10/3/2014, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: PervyStoryteller, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    “You coming to the party later?” “Maybe,” Sam said casually. “I haven’t decided yet.” His sister, Melinda, shrugged. “Then maybe we’ll see each other later.” “Yeah.” Sam watched as his sister turned and left the room, leaving a waft of scent behind her. He waited until he heard the front door slam before leaving his room, crossing the hallway and watching through a window as she strolled down the road. He felt a little nervous, a tightening in his stomach. He could never be quite sure she hadn’t forgotten something. She’d almost caught him once, but most of the time he got away with it. Anyway, this was what he wanted, the house to himself; Melinda meeting up with Sarah and Jane before going on to a party which she probably wouldn’t return from until tomorrow morning, their parents off on a weekend trip to Tuscany. He returned to his room, thinking that there was no rush, but finding it hard to control himself. In his room the letter was still lying on the bed. It was the third “reminder” he’d received in as many days. A weird and stupid joke, some kind of prank. Dear Recipient! We must urge you in the strongest possible terms to accept the gift that has been bestowed on you. The gift of living your deepest sexual desire. You will not regret it. A failure to accept the gift means that the chain is broken, and you deny other people the joy of living their deepest sexual desire. We urge you to kiss the figurine you received three days ago and to recite the incantation at the ...
    bottom of the sheet. Enjoy! It was ridiculous. Sam ignored it completely, as he had done the other letters. Like he needed any help in that department anyway. He was as good looking as he was smooth talking, and he knew it. Finding willing lovelies to provide satisfaction wasn’t a problem. Fuck, they practically lined up for him. Before pulling the curtains, Sam took a look out of the window. The woman next door, Mary her name was, was checking on the bushes in her garden, looking a bit aimless. She was fit though. Sam imagined he could get her to sleep with him no trouble. The thought appealed to him. It would serve her boorish husband right for always calling him Sammo. Leaving such thoughts aside, Sam pulled the curtains. He drew a box out from under his bed and extracted two plastic bags full with flour, checking to make sure they were in good condition. He dumped those on the bed before checking a few other items and pondering for a moment. Then he got up and stripped naked. Taking the bags of flour with him, he left the room. Melinda had the room next to his. He stood in the doorway surveying the mess. His sister had to be the untidiest person on earth, but that was all for the best. If things went missing, she just assumed they were somewhere, but that she couldn’t find them. Since she’d gone up to uni, there’d been less to choose from, but still more than enough. The bed was awash with clothes. He assumed Melinda had dragged them all out and spent at least an hour ...
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